Adultery Lina - Young Massage Therapist Surrender to Desire

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Chapter 1: Anil (Act 1)

Anil stepped into the Indonesian massage parlor, the scent of fragrant oils and incense filling the air. He paid the receptionist and was ushered to a private room. The door slid open, and in walked Lina, a woman with a warm smile and breasts that strained against her uniform. She introduced herself and asked Anil to undress and lie face down on the massage table.

Lina's hands were magic, kneading and pressing into his muscles with just the right amount of pressure. The oil she used was warm and slick, making her hands glide effortlessly over his skin. Anil could feel his body responding, his dick stirring to life as she worked her way down his back and over his ass. He shifted slightly, trying to hide his growing erection, but Lina noticed.

"Relax, Anil," she said softly, her hands moving to his thighs. "Let me take care of you."

But Anil was far from relaxed. He was horny, and he wanted more than just a massage. He reached back and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer saying " Please relieve the pain on my dick"

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Chapter 1: Anil (Act 2)

Anil's grip on Lina's hand tightened as he pulled her closer, his eyes burning with desire. Lina's heart pounded in her chest as she felt his hardness against her thigh. She had never done anything like this before, and she was scared. But the money he had promised her could take care of her family and her sick parent.

"I-I can't," she stammered, trying to pull away. But Anil wasn't taking no for an answer. He reached down and began to stroke himself through his boxers, his eyes never leaving Lina's face.

"Please, Lina," he whispered, his voice husky with need. "Just touch me. I'll make it worth your while."

Lina hesitated for a moment, but then she relented. She reached out tentatively and placed her hand on his dick, feeling it twitch beneath her touch. Anil let out a low moan as she began to stroke him, his hips thrusting up to meet her hand.

But after a few minutes, Lina pulled back. "I-I can't do this," she said, her voice shaking. "I've never given a handjob before."

Anil's eyes flashed with frustration, but then he smiled. "It's okay, Lina," he said, his voice soothing. "You're doing great. Just keep going."

He grabbed her hand and pulled it back to his dick, guiding her movements as she began to jerk him off. Lina's mind raced as she watched her hand moving up and down on Anil's shaft. She had never seen a huge Indian dick before, let alone touched one. But as she continued to stroke him, she felt a strange sense of power.

After what felt like an eternity, Anil still hadn't cum. He let out a frustrated sigh and reached for his wallet, pulling out a wad of cash.

"Take this," he said, pressing the money into Lina's hand. "I'll make it worth your while if you take off your top and skirt."

Lina's eyes widened as she looked at the money. It was more than she had ever seen in her life. She knew she shouldn't, but the temptation was too great. She stood up and began to undress, her hands shaking as she removed her top and skirt.

Anil's eyes widened as he took in Lina's huge boobs, barely contained by her lacy bra. He reached out and cupped one in his hand, squeezing it roughly. Lina let out a moan as he pinched her nipple, her body responding to his touch despite her reservations.

Anil's dick twitched as he groped Lina's boobs, his mind racing with dirty thoughts. He knew he could take this further, but he needed Lina to be on board. He reached into his wallet again and pulled out another wad of cash.

"Lina," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I'll give you even more money if you take off your bra and suck my dick."

Lina's eyes widened as she looked at the money. She knew she shouldn't, but the temptation was too great. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground.

Anil's dick throbbed as he took in Lina's bare boobs, her nipples hard and erect. He reached out and cupped one in his hand, squeezing it roughly.

"That's it, Lina," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Suck my dick."

Lina hesitated for a moment, but then she knelt down in front of Anil and took his dick in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the salty precum that leaked from his slit.

Anil let out a low moan as Lina began to suck him, her mouth working up and down on his shaft. He reached down and grabbed her boobs, squeezing them roughly as he fucked her mouth.

Lina moaned around Anil's dick, her body responding to his rough touch. She had never felt so dirty, so slutty. But as Anil's dick twitched in her mouth, she knew she had to finish him off.

Anil let out a low growl as he felt himself approaching the edge. He grabbed Lina's head and thrust his hips forward, burying his dick deep in her throat.

Lina gagged as Anil's dick hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away. She knew he was close, and she wanted to make him cum.

Anil let out a loud moan as he felt himself explode, his cum filling Lina's mouth. She tried to pull away, but Anil held her in place, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

As Lina swallowed Anil's cum, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She had never done anything like this before, but she had to admit, it was fucking hot.

Anil pulled out of Lina's mouth and tucked his dick back in his boxers, a satisfied smile on his face.

"You're a natural, Lina," he said, his voice dripping with praise.

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Chapter 1: Anil (Act 3)

In the sterile, quiet massage room, Lina, her body still tingling from the intense blowjob she had just given Anil, quickly dressed, trying to ignore the bruises blooming on her breasts and nipples. She wiped her mouth, took the money from the table, and turned to leave. 

But Anil, his cock already hard again, wasn't done with her. He grabbed her arm, his eyes wild with lust.

"Lina, I want more," Anil growled, pulling her back. She gasped, shocked and appalled. "No, Anil. I can't. I'm only meant for my husband," she protested, trying to wriggle free. But Anil was stronger, his desperation making him relentless. He cupped her mouth, silencing her protests, and cornered her against the wall. His hands roughly grabbed her top, tearing it off, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

Lina struggled, trying to push him away, but Anil was like a man possessed. He tore her bra down, exposing her breasts, and his mouth was on her nipples, sucking and biting hard. Lina screamed in pain, but there was something else too, a hot, wet heat pooling between her legs. Her body was betraying her, responding to his rough touch. 

Anil was all over her, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of her skin. He sucked both her boobs like crazy, biting hard and planting teeth marks. Lina was screaming in pain & getting hot too. She was crying and helpless. But she's getting turned on at the same time with so much water leaked from her pussy.

Anil looked sex-starved and in full control. He grabbed her panties, tearing them off, revealing a clean, pink pussy. He spread her on the bed, his fingers and tongue exploring her folds hungrily. Lina was crying, her body writhing under his touch. But she was also moaning, her hips bucking against his mouth. 

Anil was all over her, french kissing her passionately, groping, sucking her boobs and licking her forcefully while at the same time telling Lina to endure a bit more. Lina was now getting very hot and moaning like crazy. She couldn't think anymore. Her own husband never did anything like this & very conservative during sex. Will this be the end and she gets taken by Anil?

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Chapter 1: Anil (Act 4)


As the clock ticked away the final ten minutes of their session, Lina knew she had to act fast. She couldn't let Anil have his way with her, not when she had a husband waiting for her at home. She looked down at Anil's throbbing manhood, slick with her saliva, and an idea sparked in her mind.

She positioned herself over him, her ample breasts enveloping his shaft. She began to move, her breasts sliding up and down his length, the friction sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Anil groaned, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples.

Lina alternated between this titillating titjob and taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip, her lips creating a vacuum that made him see stars. She could feel him tense under her, his body a coiled spring ready to release. She knew she had to keep this up, had to make him come before he could take her.

Anil, for his part, was enjoying every moment of this. He had never been with a woman like Lina, a woman who could give as good as she got. He could feel his climax building, his balls tightening, but he held on, wanting to savor this moment a little longer.

But Lina was relentless. She continued her onslaught, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her mouth taking him in deeper each time. Anil could feel himself losing control, his body betraying him. He tried to push her away, tried to enter her, but she wriggled out of his grasp, her breasts returning to their task.

Finally, Anil could hold on no longer. With a guttural groan, he exploded, his cum painting Lina's breasts and face. Lina breathed a sigh of relief, her plan having worked. She had managed to avoid being taken by Anil, but at what cost? She had no idea how she was going to explain the bruises on her body to her husband.

As Anil lay there, spent and satisfied, he couldn't help but admire Lina's tenacity. She had given him the ride of his life, and he knew he would be back for more. And Lina, despite the situation she found herself in, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had managed to outwit Anil, and that was no small feat.

As they both got dressed, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their encounter, they knew this was not the end.

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Chapter 2: Rahim (Act 1)

Lina rushed through her evening shower, the hot water stinging her tender skin as she scrubbed away the remnants of her traumatic encounter with Anil. She had barely escaped his lecherous clutches, and the thought of what could have happened made her shudder. She knew she had to keep her ordeal a secret from her husband, Rahim, but she also knew he could sense her unease.

Rahim, a simple laborer, had come home to find his wife looking shaken and distant. He had tried to ask her what was wrong, but Lina had shrugged off his questions, claiming exhaustion and a desire for an early night. Rahim, however, was feeling frisky and wanted some action. He noticed that Lina had turned off all the lights in their bedroom, something she had never done before. He found it odd, but didn't press the issue.

Lina, on the other hand, was terrified that Rahim might see the bruises that Anil had left on her body. She tried to turn down his advances, but Rahim was insistent. He had never seen his wife like this before, and it only served to heighten his desire.

Feeling pity for her husband and wanting to avoid any further questioning, Lina reluctantly agreed to have sex with him. She removed her bra and panties, instructing Rahim to enter her from behind and nothing else. In their five years of marriage, Rahim and Lina had only ever done missionary style, but Lina was too afraid to let Rahim see her bruised body.

Rahim, feeling emboldened, grabbed Lina's nude breasts as Lina guided him to enter her from behind in the darkness. He had never felt her like this before, and it was intoxicating. He wanted to do foreplay, but Lina refused, only offering him her fine ass. Rahim had no choice but to oblige.

As Rahim penetrated Lina, he found her pussy to be wetter than usual. He grabbed her hanging breasts and thrust into her, the slow and intense fucking making Lina moan with pleasure. Rahim stopped every now and then to catch his breath, not wanting to cum too early.

After a few more intense strokes, Rahim grunted and spilled his seeds on Lina's ass cheeks. He turned over and went to sleep, satisfied but also confused by his wife's sudden change in demeanor. Lina, on the other hand, prayed that her husband would never find out the truth about what had happened with Anil. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, her body aching but her mind at peace.

The next morning, Lina woke up to find Rahim already gone for work. She sighed with relief, glad that she had been able to keep her secret from him. She knew she would have to be more careful in the future, but for now, she was content with the knowledge that her husband was none the wiser. She rolled over and went back to sleep, her body still sore but her mind finally at ease.

As Lina slept, she couldn't help but think about the events of the previous day. She had never felt so violated and used before, but at the same time, she had never felt such a powerful release. She knew that what had happened with Anil was wrong, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she had felt during their encounter. She wondered if she would ever be able to feel that way again, or if she would be forever haunted by the memory of that day.

But for now, Lina was content to sleep, her mind drifting off into a world of pleasure and pain, a world where she could be both victim and victor, both innocent and experienced. She knew that the real world was much more complicated than that, but in her dreams, she could be anyone she wanted to be. And for now, that was enough.

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Chapter 2: Anil (Act 5)


Lina, the seasoned massage therapist, had grown accustomed to the various idiosyncrasies of her clients. However, Anil was no ordinary customer. Two weeks had passed since their last encounter, an experience that left her with more than just bruised muscles.

Her boss had instructed her to attend to the last client of the day, a task she had performed countless times. She entered the room, securing it behind her, and began her routine. The figure on the massage table was already undressed, facing down.

Lina's hands glided over the familiar contours of a muscular back, her fingers tracing the lines of a tattoo she knew all too well. Her breath hitched as recognition dawned, and she froze, her heart pounding in her chest. The tattoo belonged to Anil, the man who had left her bruised and shaken two weeks ago. She had hoped never to see him again, but here he was, lying naked on her massage table, his face still hidden in the cushion.

Anil sensed her stillness and slowly turned to face her. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers. "Lina," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've been waiting for this."

Lina gathered her composure, her professionalism kicking in. "Anil," she acknowledged, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I thought we were done after last time."

Anil didn't respond immediately. Instead, he flipped onto his back, exposing his fully erect dick. He took her hand, already slick with oil, and guided it to his length. "I need you, Lina. I need you to finish what you started."

Lina's hand trembled as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her mind racing. She remembered the last time, the way he had taken control, the bruises that had taken weeks to heal. She pulled her hand away, her voice firm. "No, Anil. What happened last time was a mistake. I won't do it again."

Anil's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't push her. Instead, he reached for his phone, his fingers moving swiftly over the screen. He turned it to face her, showing a picture of her naked and covered in cum. The sight made her stomach churn. "Delete it, Anil," she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and disgust.

He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. "I will. On one condition."

Lina shook her head, her eyes wide with disbelief. "No, Anil. Whatever you're thinking, the answer is no."

Anil's smirk faded, his expression turning serious. "You know I can share this with your boss. It'll reach your husband eventually. Is that what you want?"

Anil's smirk was as sleazy as it was triumphant as he waved Lina's nude picture in her face, the evidence of her shame and his power. The massage parlor was empty, the hour late, and Lina was at his mercy. She had made a mistake in the past, allowing him to take such a picture, and now he held it over her head like a sword.

"Delete it," Lina demanded, her voice shaking with anger and disgust.

Anil shook his head, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Not until you give me what I want."

Lina's heart sank as she realized what he was asking for. She had hoped he would simply delete the picture and let her move on, but Anil was not one to let an opportunity pass him by. He wanted to push her, to degrade her, and Lina knew she had no choice but to comply.

With tears in her eyes, Lina began to undress, her fingers trembling as she removed her clothes. Anil watched with a hungry grin, his eyes roving over her body with blatant desire. Lina felt violated, exposed, but she knew there was nothing she could do.

Anil approached her, his hands reaching out to grope and suck her ample breasts. Lina closed her eyes, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure despite her disgust. Anil's mouth was hot and wet on her nipples, his tongue flicking and swirling in a way that made her heart race.

He moved lower, his mouth finding her wet cunt, his tongue delving deep inside her. Lina moaned, her hips bucking as Anil's fingers joined his tongue, probing and exploring her most intimate places. She felt herself growing wetter, her body betraying her as Anil brought her to the brink of orgasm.

But Anil was not done yet. He positioned himself on the bed, his dick hard and ready. He ordered Lina to suck him, and despite her disgust, she found herself complying. Anil's dick was big and hard in her mouth, and Lina couldn't help but feel a sense of humiliation as she sucked and licked him.

Anil then moved on to get a boob job, and Lina couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It was better than what he had been doing, and Lina found herself growing more and more aroused despite herself. She moaned as Anil sucked and licked her nipples, his hands kneading her breasts in a way that made her body tingle with pleasure.

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Chapter 2: Anil (Act 6)


"I won't have sex with you," she protested, her voice shaking. "We agreed on that."

Anil chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous hunger. "Oh, don't worry. I have something even better in mind."

He moved closer to her, his fingers tracing a path down her arm, sending a shiver down her spine. Lina tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come.

Anil wasted no time, his fingers finding her tight asshole. She tensed up, her mind screaming in protest. But it was too late. He began to finger her, his fingers sliding in and out of her ass.

"Please, stop," Lina begged, her voice hoarse with fear and discomfort. "This wasn't part of the deal."

Anil ignored her, his fingers working their magic. He then lowered his head, his tongue replacing his fingers. Lina's mind reeled as he licked and probed her ass, her body betraying her with a mix of pleasure and pain.

"No, no, no," she repeated, her protests growing weaker as Anil continued his assault as Anil was adamant. Anal sex, he argued, was different from normal fucking.

Finally, he stopped, and Lina felt a glimmer of hope. But it was short-lived. He moved behind her, his hard dick pressing against her ass. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear.

"I'm going to fuck your ass now. And you're going to like it."

Lina's heart sank. She had never done anal before, and the thought of having Anil's dick inside her made her stomach churn. But before she could protest, she felt the head of his dick pressing against her asshole.

"No, wait," she cried out, but it was too late.
Despite Lina's protests, Anil made her stand with her front facing the wall. He dipped his dick in oil, making it slick and slippery. He then tried to mount his huge dick in her ass. Lina screamed in agony, insisting on a condom, but Anil didn't care. He shoved it hard in her, causing tears in her asshole and making her bleed.

She felt tears streaming down her face as he began to pump in and out of her ass.

Anil was relentless, his grip on her hips tightening as he fucked her harder and faster. Lina's mind was in turmoil, her body wracked with pain and pleasure. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, his dick sliding in and out of her with ease.

Despite her protests, Lina could feel herself getting wet. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny the pleasure building up inside her. Anil seemed to sense it, his thrusts becoming more urgent.


She kept insisting on a condom, worried about contracting a disease. Anil, however, was relentless. He reached around, grabbing her big boobs and squeezing them hard. Lina cried out, her nipples hardening under his touch. Anil continued to maul her breasts, his dick pounding her ass with reckless abandon.

Lina felt like she was going to break, her body on the verge of collapse. But Anil wasn't done yet. He pulled out of her, pushing her down onto the bed. He then flipped her over, her ass now facing him.

"I'm not done with you yet," he growled, his dick still rock hard.

He mounted her again, his dick sliding back into her ass. Lina cried out, her body still sore from the previous assault. But Anil didn't care. He fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.

Lina could feel herself on the brink of an orgasm. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't help it. Anil's dick was hitting all the right spots, his balls slapping against her ass adding to the pleasure.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Anil groaned, his dick twitching inside her. Lina felt his warm cum filling her ass, his dick still hard and throbbing. He pulled out, cum dripping from her ass.

Lina slumped onto the bed, her body spent and broken. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, her mind reeling from the intense experience.

Anil, true to his word, deleted the pictures. But as Lina wept silently on the cum-soaked bed, she didn't know that Anil had secretly planted a video camera, capturing every moment of their encounter.

Anil left, his body satisfied, and Lina was left alone in the massage parlor, her body sore and aching, her mind filled with shame and regret. She knew she would never be able to forget this night, and she knew she would never be able to forgive herself.

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Chapter 2: Uncle Lim (Act 1)

Lina's heart skipped a beat as she opened the door to find Uncle Lim her workplace boss standing there, his wrinkled face a mixture of concern and something she couldn't quite place. She welcomed him in, her body still sore from the encounter with Anil. They sat in her small living room, the tea she had made him steaming in the silence.

"I have something to show you, Lina," Uncle Lim said, pulling out a small flash drive. Lina's eyes widened as she recognized it. "I caught Anil trying to leave with this. It's the video of... well, you know."

Lina's heart raced as she took the flash drive, her hands trembling. "Thank you, Uncle," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I don't know what I would have done if that got out."

Uncle Lim patted her hand, his touch surprisingly comforting. "I understand, Lina. I've been in this business for a long time. I know how these things can go."

Lina felt tears welling up in her eyes as she recounted the painful experience. Uncle Lim listened, his expression a mix of sympathy and something else. As he hugged her, she felt a hardness pressing against her. She pulled away, her eyes wide with shock.

"Uncle" she gasped. "I... I didn't realize..."

Uncle Lim looked at her, his eyes filled with a need she had never seen before. "I've been a lonely widower for twenty years, Lina. I haven't been with a woman since my wife passed. Seeing you like that... it awakened something in me."

Lina felt a strange mix of pity and fear. She had never seen this side of Uncle Lim before. But she also felt a strange sense of power. She could give him what he needed. She could help him.

"I... I understand, Uncle," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll help you. But... but not all the way. Just... just a bit."

They adjourned to a nearby room and Uncle Lim lay down on the bed. Lina grabbed some oil and helped him undress. She was shocked to see his 8-inch limp dick, which was much larger than Anil's. She dropped some oil onto his penis and began to massage it, her hands sliding up and down his shaft. Uncle Lim moaned with pleasure as his dick grew in size, reaching 10 inches and becoming thick and muscular.

Lina gasped at the sight of it and continued to jerk him off for fifteen minutes, but there was no sign of him climaxing. His dick was standing mightily tall and she was starting to feel tired. Uncle Lim sat up and asked if she would remove her top, explaining that seeing her nude body would help him reach orgasm faster. Lina hesitated, but eventually agreed. She removed her top, revealing her perky breasts and hard nipples.

His hands roamed all over her body, feeling the warmth of her skin and the softness of her flesh. Lina felt a wave of arousal wash over her, her body responding to his touch in ways she had never experienced before. She surrendered herself to him, her eyes closing as Lim began to suck on her nipples.

Lina had been jerking him off for 30 minutes now, her hand moving up and down his shaft, but there was no sign of him climaxing. Sensing her arousal, Uncle Lim let his fingers trace a path down her thighs, gently pulling down her skirt. Lina was soaked, her panties drenched with her arousal. Lim expertly slid them aside, revealing her glistening pussy.

He grew bolder, letting go of Lina's hand that was giving him the handjob. He moved below her legs, spreading them open and began to lick her gently, his tongue tracing circles around her clit. Lina moaned, her body arching towards him as he increased the intensity of his licks, his fingers joining in the play. She was super wet now, her body slick with sweat as she climaxed multiple times.

Uncle Lim knew this was his chance. He laid Lina on the bed, her eyes still closed, and planted his thick dick on her lips. Lina didn't know what to do. She sobbed a bit, the aroma of his manhood overwhelming her senses. Eventually, she opened her mouth and started sucking his tool, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she took him deeper. Uncle Lim was enjoying the sensation, his hands squeezing her breasts and clit as she sucked him off.

The next thing Lina knew,  Uncle Lim had switched positions. He planted his dick firmly in her mouth while he was sucking her pussy. The whole scenario was intense, Lina was lost in the sensations, her body responding to his touch as she climaxed once more. Uncle Lim showed no signs of climaxing, his stamina seemingly endless.

He then got Lina to sit up and had her suck his dick hard, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper. He let out a grunt as he spilled his huge juices on her face and body.

Uncle Lim looked down at Lina, her body glistening with his cum, her chest heaving with each breath. He knew she was spent, but he wasn't done with her yet. His dick, still hard and leaking, throbbed with anticipation. He wanted to savor every moment, to take her in a way he hadn't yet. He wanted to have her that same night.

He got up and positioned Lina on all fours, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening and ready. He grabbed her boobs, squeezing them firmly as he ran his dick over her pussy entrance. Lina stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she felt the tip of his dick against her. She tried to wriggle away, a sense of panic washing over her. She wasn't ready for this, not like this. "Uncle, wait," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "We can't do this. I'm not on birth control." She tried to squirm away, but Uncle Lim held her firm, his grip on her hips tight.

Uncle Lim's lust was overwhelming. He was filled with a primal need to claim her, to mark her as his. He pressed the tip of his dick against her entrance, feeling her heat, her wetness. He was ready to enter her, to spill his seed deep inside her. He leaned over her, his breath hot on her ear. "I need you, Lina. I need you hard and deep," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Just as he was about to thrust into her, a loud knock echoed through the room. Lina's eyes widened in shock, her body tensing. "Who is it?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Uncle Lim's body tensed, his grip on her hips tightening. He was so close, so ready to fuck her. He didn't want to stop, but he knew he had to.

The knocking grew louder, more insistent. "Lina, are you there?" a voice called out. It was Lina's husband, Rahim.

Lina's body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked back at Uncle Lim, her eyes wide with panic. "Uncle, please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We have to stop." Uncle Lim's body tensed, his grip on her hips tightening. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted to fuck her, to claim her. But he knew he couldn't. Not now.

Uncle Lim quickly pulled away and started getting dressed. Lina hastily put on her robe, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I... I'm sorry, Lina," he whispered. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

Lina nodded, her mind racing. She quickly made up a story, telling Rahim that Uncle Lim had just dropped by to check on her. Rahim seemed to buy it, his expression softening as he looked at her.

Lina felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment as Rahim led Uncle Lim out. She was thankful that it hadn't gone all the way, that she hadn't cheated on her husband. But she also felt a strange sense of loss. She had wanted to help Uncle Lim, to give him what he needed.

But as she closed the door behind them, she knew that it was for the best. She couldn't risk her marriage, her life, for a moment of pleasure. She would have to find another way to help Uncle Lim.

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Chapter 3: Uncle Zalman (Act 1)

The sun cast a warm glow over the quiet neighborhood as Lina made her way to Uncle Zalman’s house. It had been two weeks since Uncle Lim's massage shop she worked at closed for renovations, leaving her scrambling to find other ways to earn money. Her husband’s sporadic income as a laborer wasn’t enough to cover their bills, and Lina’s cheerful demeanor often masked the worry that gnawed at her.

When Uncle Zalman’s daughter approached her about providing daily massages for her elderly father, Lina had jumped at the opportunity. It was steady work, and the pay was decent. Besides, Uncle Zalman seemed like a kind old man, always greeting her with a warm smile and a grateful nod.

Today was her sixth session with him. The first five had been uneventful, just as she preferred. Lina prided herself on her professionalism, ensuring her massages were strictly thebangutic moving forward. Uncle Zalman had been nothing but respectful, his frail frame and injured hip making it clear he was in genuine need of her services.

She knocked on the door, her bag of massage oils slung over her shoulder, and waited patiently.

“Come in, Lina,” Uncle Zalman called out, his voice raspy but welcoming. Lina stepped inside, the familiar scent of his home a mix of old wood and faint incense greeting her. The living room was modest, with a worn couch and a small table cluttered with medications. Uncle Zalman sat in his recliner, his thin frame dbangd in a loose robe. His hip injury had him moving slowly, but he managed a smile as she entered.

“How are you feeling today, Uncle?” Lina asked, setting her bag down.

“Better, thanks to you,” he replied, patting the cushion beside him. “But my muscles are still tight. I’d appreciate your magic touch.” Lina nodded, her hands already moving to prepare the massage oil. She worked methodically, her fingers kneading his shoulders and back with practiced ease. Uncle Zalman sighed softly, his eyes closing as he relaxed into the massage. Lina’s mind wandered to her husband, wondering if he’d come home early tonight or if she’d find him passed out on the couch again. She pushed the thought away, focusing on her work.

As the session progressed, Uncle Zalman seemed more relaxed than usual. His breathing deepened, and his body felt heavier under her touch. Lina noticed but didn’t think much of it. She was used to clients falling asleep during massages. When she finished, she gently tapped his shoulder. “All done, Uncle. How do you feel?”

Uncle Zalman opened his eyes slowly, a strange glint in them that Lina didn’t quite catch. “Much better, thank you. You’re a lifesaver, Lina.”
“Glad to help,” she replied, packing up her things. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait,” he said, his voice suddenly firmer. Lina paused, turning to look at him. He reached for a glass on the table beside him. “I prepared some tea. It’s herbal, good for relaxation. Would you like some?” Lina hesitated. She rarely accepted drinks from clients, but Uncle Zalman seemed so sincere. “Alright, thank you,” she said, taking the glass. The tea was warm and slightly bitter, but she sipped it politely, not wanting to offend him.

Minutes passed, and Lina felt a strange warmth spreading through her body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart began to race. She set the glass down, suddenly feeling lightheaded. “Uncle, I—I think I should go,” she stammered, her voice unsteady. “What—what’s happening to me?” she murmured, her hands trembling as she pressed them to her temples.

Uncle Zalman’s expression softened, his tone calming. “Here, let me help you. Come, sit down.” He guided her to the couch, his hand firm on her elbow. Lina felt lightheaded, her vision blurring at the edges. The room seemed to spin, and she leaned against him, her body heavy and unresponsive.

"Easy now,” he cooed, his voice low and soothing. “You’re just a bit overheated. Let’s get you somewhere cooler.” Before Lina could protest, he had her in his arms, carrying her down the hallway to his bedroom. His movements deliberate despite his supposed injury. The door clicked shut behind them, and the lock turned with a soft snick. Lina’s heart raced, her mind clouded by the effects of the drink. She tried to speak, but her words came out slurred, her body limp in his grasp.

Uncle Zalman set her down on the edge of the bed, his eyes devouring her. “You’re so beautiful, Lina,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ve wanted you from the moment you first came to my house.”

Lina’s eyes widened in shock, but her body refused to obey her. She tried to push him away, but her arms felt like lead, her movements sluggish. Uncle Zalman took advantage of her weakened state, his hands moving with deliberate intent. He tugged at the neckline of her dress, exposing the swell of her cleavage. Lina gasped, her chest heaving as he leaned in, his lips pressing against her soft skin.

“No… stop,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. But her protests were feeble, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch. Uncle Zalman’s hands roamed freely, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts before cupping them firmly. He squeezed, his thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples, and Lina moaned despite herself, her head falling back as pleasure warred with fear.

“Don’t worry, Lina,” he said, his voice smooth. “I’m here to take care of you.”
Her loose clothing fell away, exposing her slender frame and the curves she usually kept hidden. Her breasts, full and perky, rose and fell with her rapid breaths, her nipples tightening as the cool air touched them.

“So beautiful,” Uncle Zalman murmured, his eyes tracing her body with a hunger that made her stomach twist. Lina tried to push him away, but her movements were weak, her protests muffled. “Please, Uncle, stop,” she whimpered, her voice laced with desperation.

His mouth descended, sucking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Lina’s breath hitched, her body arching involuntarily as waves of sensation washed over her. She tried to resist, but the aphrodisiac had her senses reeling, her willpower crumbling under his relentless assault.

Lina’s eyes fluttered closed as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her. She was trapped between her conservative nature and the overwhelming sensations flooding her body. Her mind screamed for her to resist, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to his touch with a hunger she couldn’t deny.

Uncle Zalman’s fingers traced the edge of her panties, his touch teasing and deliberate. Lina’s breath hitched as he slipped them down her legs, baring her completely. Her cheeks burned with shame, but her body arched subtly, seeking more contact. He smiled, his eyes dark with desire, and leaned down, his lips pressing softly against her inner thigh.

Lina gasped, her hands clutching the cushion as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, her body betraying her at every turn. Uncle Zalman’s touch was skilled, his mouth and hands working in tandem to unravel her inhibitions. She felt herself surrendering, her protests fading into soft moans as he explored her with a hunger that matched her own hidden desires.

As his lips hovered over her core, Lina’s breath caught in her throat. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and aching for release. She knew she should stop him, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she found herself tilting her hips, seeking his touch, her body betraying her mind’s desperate pleas.

Uncle Zalman’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over her most sensitive spot. Lina’s eyes widened, her hands gripping the couch as anticipation coiled tightly within her. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of her arousal and the sound of her ragged breaths.

And then, his lips touched her, soft and warm, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. Lina’s back arched, a strangled cry escaping her lips as her body surrendered completely. Her mind was a blank slate, all rational thought erased by the overwhelming sensations flooding her.

Uncle Zalman’s touch was relentless, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to push her closer to the edge. Lina’s body trembled, her muscles tightening as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. She was lost, her conservative nature shattered by the intensity of her desire.

As her orgasm crashed over her, Lina’s voice broke, her cries filling the room. Her body shook, every muscle clenching as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. Uncle Zalman held her firmly, his hands guiding her through the storm, his lips never leaving her skin.

When it finally subsided, Lina lay limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her mind was a blur, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of her release. Uncle Zalman leaned over her, his expression triumphant yet tender. “You’re incredible, Lina,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Lina’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. Her cheeks burned with shame, but there was something else there too, a flicker of desire she couldn’t deny. Her body felt heavy, sated, but her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. Uncle Zalman’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips gently. “Don’t fight it, Lina,” he said, his voice low and persuasive. “Let yourself feel”

Lina’s breath hitched as his words sank in. Her body was still humming with pleasure, her mind clouded by the aphrodisiac and the intensity of her orgasm. She knew she should resist, should push him away, but the thought felt distant, almost irrelevant.

His lips descended upon hers, soft and insistent, and Lina found herself responding, her hands moving to his shoulders. His kiss was deep and hungry, his tongue tangling with hers as he pulled her closer.

Lina’s body molded to his, her curves pressing against his frame, her breasts flush against his chest. As his hands roamed over her, Lina felt a surge of desire, her body craving more. Her mind was a mess, her conservative nature warring with the primal need coursing through her. Uncle Zalman’s touch was addictive, his kisses intoxicating, and Lina found herself surrendering to the moment, her inhibitions crumbling under the weight of her arousal.

His hands moved lower, slipping between her thighs, and Lina gasped into his kiss, her body arching into his touch. She was lost, her mind a blank canvas as pleasure consumed her. Uncle Zalman’s fingers were skilled, his touch sending her spiraling once more, her body tightening as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm.

And then, his lips left hers, trailing down her neck, her chest, his hands guiding her legs apart. Lina’s breath quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to happen. Her mind screamed for her to stop, but her body was beyond her control, her desire overwhelming.

Uncle Zalman pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he undressed himself. Lina’s gaze fell to his erect cock, thick and throbbing, and her breath caught in her throat.

He loomed over her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself between her legs. “Suck it,” he commanded, his voice rough. Lina’s eyes widened, but her body obeyed, her hands reaching out to grasp his shaft. She hesitated, her lips brushing against the head, before she opened her mouth and took him in. Uncle Zalman groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. “That’s it, Lina. Take it all.”

She gagged slightly, her throat constricting around his length, but he didn’t relent, thrusting deeper until her nose pressed against his coarse pubic hair. Tears pricked at her eyes, but the pleasure was undeniable, her body responding despite her mind’s protests.

Uncle Zalman pulled away, his breath ragged. “Enough. I need to be inside you.”
He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed forward. Lina gasped, her body stretching to accommodate his size. He filled her completely, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, before he quickened his pace, his hips snapping against hers. “You feel so good,” he growled, his voice hoarse with need.

As their pace quickened, Lina felt herself losing control, her body spiraling toward another climax. Uncle Zalman’s hands gripped her hips, his movements urgent and desperate, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Lina’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching into his as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

Uncle Zalman held her down, his weight pinning her as he fucked her with abandon. He switched positions, pulling her onto her hands and knees for a rough doggy style, her breasts swaying with each thrust.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. He gripped her hips tightly, his thrusts relentless, before spinning her around for a standing variation, her back pressed against his chest. Lina’s legs trembled, her body on the brink of collapse, but he didn’t stop, his cock pounding into her without mercy.

Finally, with a guttural groan, Uncle Zalman reached his peak, his seed spilling deep inside her. Lina’s body shuddered, her own orgasm tearing through her, a mix of pleasure and despair. He collapsed beside her, his breathing heavy, his hand stroking her hair as if to soothe her.

For a moment, there was only silence, the air thick with the scent of their passion. Lina’s body felt heavy, sated, but her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. Shame and desire warred within her, her conservative nature at odds with the primal need that still lingered.

Uncle Zalman rolled off her, his hand brushing her hair gently. “You’re incredible, Lina,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Lina’s cheeks burned, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. She knew she should say something, but one thing was clear: her life had changed forever.

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Chapter 3: Uncle Zalman (Act 2)

Lina awoke with a start, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she blinked away the remnants of sleep. The room was dimly lit, the afternoon sun filtering through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across the unfamiliar space. Her body ached, every muscle protesting as she tried to sit up, the memory of the previous night flooding back to her in a rush. Uncle Zalman. The aphrodisiac. The way he'd manipulated her, pretending to be injured, only to take advantage of her kindness.

A shudder ran down her spine as she recalled the feverish passion that had consumed her, the way her body had betrayed her, responding to his touch with an eagerness she'd never known before. She looked around, her eyes landing on the crumpled clothes scattered across the floor.

Her clothes. Her heart sank as she realized they were nowhere to be found. Panic began to set in as she scrambled to her feet, her bare skin prickling with discomfort. Where were her clothes? And more importantly, where was Uncle Zalman?

"Looking for these?" a deep voice rumbled from the doorway, and Lina's head snapped up to find Uncle Zalman leaning casually against the frame, her clothes dbangd over one arm. His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger that sent a chill down her spine. He was different today, there was no trace of the feeble, injured man she'd tended to the night before. Instead, he exuded a raw, masculine power that made her stomach clench with unease.

"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with fear. "I need to go. My husband will be home soon." Uncle Zalman's lips curved into a cruel smile, and he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Not until you've satisfied me, Lina," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You owe me, remember? For last night."

Lina's eyes widened as she backed away, her bare feet pressing against the cold floor. "I don't owe you anything," she protested, her voice trembling. "You tricked me. You took advantage of me." But Uncle Zalman only laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You enjoyed it, Lina," he said, his eyes raking over her body with a boldness that made her want to shrink into herself. "Don't deny it. I saw the way you responded to me. The way your body craved my touch."

Lina's cheeks burned with shame, but she couldn't deny the truth of his words. Despite her fear and disgust, a part of her had relished the forbidden pleasure of their encounter. It was a secret she'd hoped to bury deep within herself, but Uncle Zalman's words had unearthed it, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
"Please," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "Just let me go."

Uncle Zalman's smile faded, replaced by a look of cold determination. "Not until you've given me what I want," he said, advancing on her with purposeful strides. Lina's heart hammered in her chest as she realized she had no choice. She was trapped, ensnared by her own desires and Uncle Zalman's ruthless manipulation.

With a growl, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him with a force that stole her breath. His hands roamed over her body, possessive and demanding, as he pressed her back against the wall. Lina whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to resist, but his touch was like a drug, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't extinguish.

"Ride me," he commanded, his voice harsh and commanding. Lina's eyes flew open, meeting his gaze with a mixture of fear and reluctance. But as his hands gripped her hips, guiding her toward the bed, she felt her resistance crumbling. She was powerless to deny him, her body responding to his touch with a mind of its own.

With a trembling breath, she lowered herself onto him, her eyes widening as she felt the thickness of his cock pressing against her entrance. It was painful, the stretch almost too much to bear, but Uncle Zalman's hands were on her waist, urging her downward with relentless force. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size, the sensation both agonizing and exhilarating.

"That's it," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Ride me, Lina. Show me what you've got." Lina's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that was building within her. With a hesitant moan, she began to move, her hips swaying in a slow, sensual rhythm as she rode him with increasing confidence. Uncle Zalman's hands were on her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he watched her with hooded eyes.

"Faster," he commanded, his voice hoarse with need. Lina obeyed, her movements becoming more urgent as she bounced on his cock, the sensation of his thickness filling her sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. But even as she surrendered to the sensation, a part of her remained aware of the danger, the fear that someone might walk in and see them.

As if sensing her thoughts, Uncle Zalman grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off him with a strength that took her breath away. Before she could protest, he had pressed her against the window, her ample breasts resting against the cool glass as he positioned himself behind her. Lina's eyes widened in alarm as she realized his intention, her heart pounding in her chest.

"No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Someone might see us." But Uncle Zalman only laughed, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of his cock filling her to the brink as he entered her with ruthless force.

Lina cried out, her nails scratching against the window as she tried to find purchase, the fear of being seen only adding to the intensity of the moment. "You're mine, Lina," Uncle Zalman growled, his voice harsh and possessive. "And I'm going to make you feel it."

With that, he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a ferocity that made Lina's eyes cross. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the stretch of his cock combined with the pressure of the window against her breasts sending her spiraling into a maelstrom of sensation. She cried out, her voice muffled against the glass as she tried to find some relief, but Uncle Zalman only gripped her tighter, his hands squeezing her breasts as he rammed into her with relentless force.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I can't take it." But Uncle Zalman only laughed, his breath hot against her ear as he quickened his pace. The room spun around her, the world narrowing to the sensation of his cock filling her, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. And then, with a hoarse cry, he came, his seed spilling deep within her as he squeezed her breasts with a bruising force.

Lina collapsed against the window, her limbs trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Uncle Zalman's arms were around her, holding her up as she struggled to regain her composure. But even as she sagged against him, she couldn't shake the feeling of shame and degradation that clung to her like a second skin.

With a final, shuddering breath, she pushed herself away from him, her bare feet pressing against the floor as she stumbled toward the bed. Uncle Zalman watched her go, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he tossed her clothes onto the bed.

"Get dressed," he said, his voice cool and detached. "And remember, Lina ...you're mine now. And I'll be back for more." Lina's hands trembled as she reached for her clothes, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter. She knew she should be angry, outraged at the way he'd manipulated and used her. But as she dressed, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her breasts, she couldn't deny the pleasure that still lingered within her.

It was a secret she would carry with her, a dark and shameful pleasure that she would bury deep within herself. But as she left the room, her heart heavy with confusion and desire, she knew that Uncle Zalman's words would haunt her, a constant reminder of the forbidden passion that had consumed her.

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Chapter 3: Rahim (Act 2)

Lina was feeling a mix of emotions as she sat down for dinner with her husband, Rahim. Her mind was filled with the memory of her recent encounter with the lecherous Uncle Zalman, leaving her feeling ashamed and guilty. She didn't have the courage to tell Rahim about it, fearing his reaction. Despite her guilt, her body was still aching for release, her pussy still sore from the rough fucking she had endured.

Rahim, who had been struggling with erectile dysfunction, had recently received a newfound hope in the form of herbal pills from a colleague. He had also been introduced to a new world of erotic movies, showcasing a variety of sexual positions and techniques that he had never considered before. The combination of these two had given him a newfound confidence and a hunger for his wife that he had never felt before.

Lina's heart pounded in her chest as she gazed into Rahim's fiery eyes. The man she had married was no longer the timid, gentle soul she knew. He was a man on a mission, his desire palpable as he led her to the balcony under the moonlit sky. She hesitated, her eyes wide with disbelief as he began to undress her, one piece of clothing at a time.

"Rahim, are you sure about this?" Lina asked, her voice shaking with both fear and excitement.

"Yes, my love. I want you so badly," Rahim replied, his voice husky with desire.

Under the pale glow of the moon, Lina's naked body was a stunning sight. Her ample breasts, the nipples taut with a mix of fear and excitement, heaved with every shallow breath she took. Her round ass, still glistening with the remnants of her arousal, begged for Rahim's touch. But Lina was hesitant, her eyes darting around in fear of being seen by their neighbors.

"Relax, Lina," Rahim murmured, his hands tracing soothing circles on her arms. "No one can see us. Just let go and enjoy this moment."

Rahim pressed his body against hers, his hands roaming over her curves as he kissed her deeply.

"But what if someone hears us?" Lina protested, her voice trembling.

"We'll be quiet, my love. I promise," Rahim said, his voice low and seductive as his hands moving down to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Rahim then moved his mouth to her breasts, sucking and fondling them voraciously. Lina moaned louder, her hands reaching out to grip his hair. She had never seen Rahim so aggressive before, and it turned her on even more.

Lina felt his erection pressing against her. She reached down to touch him, but he stopped her.

Not yet, my love. I want to taste you first," Rahim said, his voice thick with desire.

He lowered himself to his knees, his hands sliding down her body as he kissed his way down to her pussy. Lina gasped as she felt his tongue flick over her clit, her hands gripping his hair as he began to lick and suck at her wetness.

"Oh, Rahim," Lina moaned, her voice low and breathy.

Rahim continued to pleasure her with his tongue, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. Lina's legs began to tremble as she felt herself getting closer to orgasm. She tried to hold back, but Rahim wouldn't let her. He continued to lick and suck at her pussy, his tongue darting in and out of her as she came undone.

"Oh...yes!" Lina cried out, her voice loud in the quiet night air.

Rahim didn't stop, his tongue continuing to lap at her wetness as she rode out her orgasm. When she was finally spent, he stood up and kissed her deeply, his erection pressing against her.

Rahim gestured for her to kneel. He placed his cock at her lips, nudging it in,  something she had never done before with Rahim. She hesitated at first, but the sight of his fully erect dick made her pussy ache for more. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked him off.

Rahim kept Lina's head bobbing up and down, his hands tangled in her hair. Lina sucked him fervently, her saliva foaming in her mouth. Rahim usually didn't last more than five minutes in bed, but tonight, he was determined to make it last.

Once Rahim was close to the edge, he pulled away from Lina, guiding her to straddle him. He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as she lowered herself onto him. Lina moaned, the sensation of Rahim's cock filling her up sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Rahim guided her movements, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him. He took her nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over them as he sucked on them. Lina moaned, her body responding to his touch. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with pleasure.

I want you, Lina. I want you hard," Rahim said, his voice low and commanding.

Lina nodded, her body still trembling with pleasure. Rahim picked her up and carried her over to the balcony railing, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her. Lina braced herself against the railing as Rahim thrust into her from behind, his cock filling her up completely.

"Oh, god," Lina cried out, her voice low and breathy.

Rahim continued to thrust into her, his right hand squeezing her boob while another gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her hard. Lina felt herself getting closer to orgasm again, her body trembling with pleasure as Rahim fucked her.

"I'm going to come," Lina cried out, her voice loud in the quiet night air.

She could feel Rahim's cock hitting her in just the right spot, sending her over the edge.

Rahim continued to thrust into her, his pace increasing as he got closer to his own release. Lina moaned, her body trembling as she climaxed again and again. Rahim finally reached his own release, his body shaking as he spilled his cum inside her and over her ass cheeks.

From his window, Anand, the head of their apartment complex, watched the scene unfold. His hand moved furiously in his pants, his eyes never leaving the erotic scene before him. As Rahim released his cum into Lina, Anand, too, reached his climax, his seed spilling onto the windowsill.

Rahim lay entwined on the balcony floor, their bodies glistening with sweat. The cool night air brought a sense of calm, their breathing slowly returning to normal. They were oblivious to the fact that they had just put on a show for their neighbor, unaware of the sinister plans forming in Anand's mind.

Their night of passion had ended, but for Anand, it was just the beginning.

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Chapter 3: Anand (Act 1)

Anand was startled from his slumber by a series of soft moans that seemed to be coming from outside his window. At first, he dismissed it as a dream, but the sounds persisted, growing louder and more urgent. His curiosity piqued, he got out of bed and cautiously approached the window.

As he peered out into the darkness, he couldn't believe his eyes. There, on the balcony belonging to his tenants, Rahim and Lina, was a scene that would make even the most jaded pornographer blush. Lina, a stunningly beautiful woman, was completely naked, her voluptuous body bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Her fair skin looked even more radiant against Rahim's darker complexion, and Anand couldn't help but stare at her ample breasts and curvy ass.

Rahim, too, was naked, and Anand could see him kneading Lina's breasts, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he sucked on her nipples. Lina's head was thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as Rahim mauled her breasts without mercy. Anand could see the lust in her eyes, could hear the wet sounds of her arousal as Rahim sucked and licked her nipples.

Anand couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had always suspected that Lina was a sexual being, but he had never imagined that she would be so uninhibited, so wild. He felt a stirring in his loins as he watched Rahim and Lina, his cock growing hard in his shorts.

Lina seemed to sense that they were being watched, and she tried to usher Rahim inside. But Rahim was firm, his hands gripping Lina's hips as he pulled her back towards him. Anand watched, transfixed, as Lina knelt before Rahim, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking him with a passion that made Anand's heart race.

Anand couldn't help himself. He undid his shorts, his hand wrapping around his cock as he began to stroke himself in time with Lina's movements. He watched as she lowered herself onto Rahim's cock, impaling herself on him with a moan that made Anand's balls tighten.

Rahim grabbed Lina's swinging breasts, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as she rode him hard. Anand could see the sweat glistening on their bodies, could hear the slap of their flesh against each other. It was a scene of raw, unadulterated passion, and Anand couldn't look away.

But the real showstopper came when Rahim lifted Lina up and placed her hands on the balcony railings. Her body was clearly visible from Anand's window, her large breasts swaying as Rahim bent over and started licking her pussy. Lina's moans grew louder, more urgent, as Rahim licked her harder, his tongue delving into her folds with a skill that made Anand's cock twitch.

Anand could see Lina's pussy juices flowing down her legs, could see the ecstasy on her face as Rahim brought her closer and closer to the edge. And when Rahim stood up and entered her from behind, his cock sliding deep into her pussy, Anand knew that he had to have her.

He watched as Rahim rammed his hips towards Lina's ass, the sounds of their flesh slapping together echoing through the night. Lina's breasts bounced forward with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more urgent. Anand could see the pleasure on her face, could hear the wet sounds of their fucking.

And when Rahim groaned and cum on Lina's ass cheeks, he could see the satisfaction on her face, could hear the pleasure in her moans as she climaxed.

As he watched her ride out her orgasm, he could feel his own cock throbbing harder, and he knew that he was about to cum. He stroked his cock harder, faster, and then he felt the release. He came hard, his cum shooting out of his cock and landing on the floor.

Anand sat back, panting heavily. He could still see the image of Lina and Rahim fucking in his mind, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to fuck her, to make her scream his name as he buried his cock deep inside her. He knew it was wrong, that she was married, that she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt.

Anand knew that he would have her, that he would make her his own when he remembered Rahim telling him that he'll be away in the next few days as he settled his rent ahead of time.

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Chapter 4: Anand (Act 2)

Lina's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Anand, her landlord, standing in her doorway. His towering frame filled the entrance, his muscles straining against his thin t-shirt. She knew she shouldn't let him in, but the look of pain etched across his face tugged at her sympathetic nature. "I have a bad back," he pleaded, "I need a massage."

Reluctantly, Lina stepped aside and allowed him to enter. She instructed him to lie down on her bed, without his shirt, as she prepared her massage oils. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his shorts as he settled onto the mattress, but she quickly shook the thought from her mind. She was a professional, after all.

Lina's heart pounded in her chest as she gazed at Anand lying on her bed, his broad chest heaving with labored breaths. The apartment felt stifling, the air thick with tension. She knew Rahim had warned her, but the sight of Anand's apparent discomfort stirred a sense of duty within her. She sighed, "Alright, Anand. Let's get started."

She began the massage, her hands gliding over his back, slick with oil. His muscles twitched under her touch, and she could feel his body responding to her ministrations. Anand groaned, "This isn't working, Lina. Let me show you."

Lina hesitated, her mind racing with Rahim's warnings. But Anand's pleading eyes and apparent pain swayed her. "Fine," she said, "But only for five minutes."

Anand grinned, his eyes gleaming with unspoken intentions. Lina lay face down on the bed, her top discarded, her bra the only barrier between her and Anand's gaze. Anand produced a small vial of oil, its scent intoxicating. "This is special oil, Lina. It'll help," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Lina felt a shiver run down her spine as Anand's hands touched her back, the oil seeping into her skin. His touch was firm yet gentle, and she found herself relaxing despite her reservations.

Before she knew it, Anand had unhooked her bra strap and was massaging her bare side boobs. She protested, but he assured her that it was all part of the technique. "Trust me, Lina," he said, his voice steady and confident. "I know what I'm doing."

She tried to relax, but her body betrayed her as she felt a growing wetness between her legs. Anand's hands were firm and skilled, and she couldn't help but moan softly as he continued to massage her. He then flipped her over and began to massage the areas around her chest with only her bra covering her boobs.

His eyes fixed on her current state. "This is how it's done, Lina," he murmured, his hands moving towards her breasts.

Lina's breath hitched as Anand's hands brushed against her bra. "Anand, stop," she protested, but her voice was weak, betraying her arousal. Anand merely grinned, his hands deftly unhooking her bra completely.

"Anand, this is too much," she gasped, but her words lacked conviction. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Trust me, Lina, Let yourself feel."

Lina's breasts spilled out, her nipples hardening under Anand's gaze. He wasted no time, his hands moving to cup and kneading her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. Lina gasped, her body betraying her as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Anand moved lower, his hands sliding over her belly, dipping into her navel. Lina squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps. Anand's hands then moved to her thighs, his touch sending shivers up her spine. She tried to protest, but the words caught in her throat as she felt a surge of pleasure.

He then moved to her legs, his hands sliding under her shorts, his fingers brushing against her panties.

Lina moaned, her body arching off the bed. Anand's fingers moved lower, slipping under her panties. Lina's body trembled as his fingers found her wet pussy, her body responding to his touch. Anand grinned, his fingers moving in slow circles, his thumb brushing against her clit.

Lina's moans filled the room, her body writhing under Anand's touch. She could feel her climax building, her body aching for release. Anand's fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against her clit. Lina's body tensed, her climax hitting her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking as she rode out her orgasm.

Anand pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with her juices. He grinned, his eyes filled with desire. "You're a natural, Lina," he said, his voice thick with lust. Lina could only gasp, her body still trembling from her orgasm.

Anand stood up, his erection straining against his shorts. Lina's eyes widened, her body responding to the sight. Anand grinned, "Next time, Lina. For now, I'll leave you to recover."

Lina watched as Anand left, her body still tingling from his touch. She had always been loyal to Rahim, but today, she had crossed a line. She felt a mix of guilt and excitement, and she knew she would never look at Anand the same way again. The game had just begun.

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Chapter 4: Anand (Act 3)


The sun had just begun its descent, casting a warm orange glow over the apartment complex, when Anand arrived at Lina’s door. He carried a plastic bag filled with containers of food, his muscular frame towering over the modest doorway. His beige skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and his side-parted gray hair was neatly combed, as always. His black eyes held a calculated warmth, a mask he wore well.

Lina, peering through the peephole, hesitated. She knew why he was here. Yesterday’s encounter still lingered in her mind like a stain she couldn’t scrub away. She had tried to resist his sensual massage, but her body had betrayed her, climaxing under his skilled hands. The guilt had weighed on her ever since.

“Lina, it’s Anand,” he called out, his voice smooth and seductive. “I brought some food. Thought you might be hungry.”

She sighed, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She didn’t want to let him in, but the thought of him lingering outside felt worse. Reluctantly, she opened the door, her fair skin flushed with embarrassment.

“Thank you, but… I’m fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Anand’s smirk didn’t falter as he stepped inside, his presence filling the small apartment. “Don’t be silly. I know you’ve been busy. Let me help you,” he said, placing the bag on the kitchen counter.

Lina watched him warily, her black eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. She wore loose clothing, as always, but today it felt like a shield rather than a habit.

“I… I don’t need help,” she stammered, her hands twisting nervously. “I should get back to work.”

Anand turned to her, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. “Work can wait. You’ve been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, Lina. Talk to me. Let me help you.”

She flinched at his words, her chest tightening. How did he know? She had always kept her struggles to herself, her husband’s erectile dysfunction, his drinking, the financial strain. But Anand had a way of seeing through her stoic facade. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” she lied, her voice trembling.

He took a step closer, his scent; a mix of cologne and something earthy invading her senses. “You’re not happy, Lina. I can see it in your eyes. Your husband… he’s not giving you what you need, is he?”

Her breath caught in her throat. How could he know? She wanted to deny it, to push him away, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she looked down, her long black hair falling over her face like a curtain.

Anand reached out, gently lifting her chin with his fingers. His touch was warm, insistent. “You deserve more, Lina. You deserve to be desired, to be fulfilled.” Her heart raced as his thumb brushed her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly, his grip gentle yet unyielding.

“Please… don’t,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t what?” he murmured, his lips inches from hers. “Don’t make you feel good? Don’t show you what you’ve been missing?”

Before she could respond, he pressed his lips to hers. It was a soft kiss at first, a brush of warmth that made her knees weak. But then his lips parted, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless. She tried to push him away, her hands pressing against his chest, but he was immovable, his muscular body a wall of strength.

“Stop,” she gasped, her voice muffled against his lips. But her protests were weak, her body already responding to his touch. Anand pulled back slightly, his black eyes burning with desire. “You want this, Lina. I can feel it.”

She shook her head, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. “No… I can’t…”

But Anand wasn’t listening. With a swift motion, he swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the thin walls offering little privacy. Lina’s heart pounded as he laid her on the bed, his hands moving to untie the loose clothing she wore. “Please… stop,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Anand ignored her pleas, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse. He pulled it open, revealing her lacy bra and the curves of her 36C breasts. His eyes darkened with hunger as he leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between his lips. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“No…” she moaned, her hands clutching at the sheets. But her protests were half-hearted, her body arching into his touch. Anand smiled against her skin, his hands moving to unhook her bra. He tossed it aside, his mouth trailing down her chest, kissing and nibbling as he went. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently before moving lower, unbuttoning her pants.

“Anand… please…” she whimpered, her legs trembling as he pulled her pants and underwear down in one swift motion. She was exposed now, her body laid bare before him. Anand’s eyes devoured her, his gaze lingering on her curvy figure before he leaned down, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach.

“You’re so beautiful, Lina,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “So responsive.”

His words sent a shiver through her, her body tensing as his tongue dipped lower, teasing the edges of her core. She tried to close her legs, but he held them open, his hands firm yet gentle. “Don’t fight it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her sensitive flesh. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

His tongue plunged into her, his mouth devouring her with a hunger that left her gasping. He licked and sucked, his fingers joining in, teasing her clit as he explored every inch of her. Lina’s moans filled the room, her body arching off the bed as pleasure coiled within her. She tried to hold back, to maintain her composure, but Anand’s skill was undeniable. His tongue was relentless, his mouth a source of endless pleasure.

“Anand… I…” she cried out, her body trembling on the edge.
“Let go, Lina,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “Let me feel you come apart.”

His words were her undoing. With a cry, she climaxed, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. Anand drank her in, his mouth never leaving her as she rode out her orgasm. When it finally subsided, she lay panting, her body limp and sated.

Anand rose above her, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Now it’s your turn to please me,” he said, his voice commanding. He pushed her back onto the bed, his hands guiding her head toward his trousers. “Kiss it, Lina. Show me what that mouth can do.”

She hesitated, her eyes widening as he undid his belt, his trousers falling to reveal his impressive erection. It was thick and long, the head glistening with pre-cum. Lina’s breath caught in her throat, her body responding despite her guilt.

“Do it,” he growled, his hand tangling in her hair. “Or I’ll make you.”

Her resistance crumbled under his gaze. Slowly, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the head of his cock. Anand groaned, his hands tightening in her hair as she took him into her mouth. She hesitated at first, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip, but then she relaxed, her mouth moving in rhythm with his groans.

“That’s it… suck it, Lina,” he murmured, his hips thrusting gently into her mouth. “Take it all.”

She did as he commanded, her lips sliding down his length, her tongue swirling around the shaft. Anand’s hands gripped her hair tighter, guiding her movements as he thrust deeper into her mouth. The sound of her wet mouth enveloping him filled the room, the thin walls carrying the noise to the neighboring units.

“Faster… harder,” he growled, his body tensing. “Make me come, Lina.”

She obeyed, her mouth moving faster, her tongue working feverishly. Anand’s groans grew louder, his body trembling on the edge. With a final thrust, he came, his cum shooting down her throat. Lina swallowed, her eyes closing as she savored the taste of him.

Anand pulled away, his body glistening with sweat. “Not bad,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “But we’re not done yet.” He pulled her to her feet, his hands gripping her hips as he turned her to face the wall. “Hands on the wall,” he commanded, his voice firm.

Lina obeyed, her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the cold wall against her front. Anand's breath was hot on her neck as he squeezed her breasts, his hands rough and demanding. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass, and she tried to squirm away.

"Anand, please. This isn't right. I can't do this," Lina pleaded, her voice shaking.

Anand didn't care. He positioned the tip of his cock at her pussy entrance, his hands still squeezing her breasts. "Lina, you're so wet. You know you want this."

Lina's breath hitched as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her. "Anand, please. Use a condom. I don't want to get pregnant," she pleaded, her voice desperate.

Anand chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Don't worry, Lina. I'll pull out before I come."

Lina tried to push his cock away, her body trembling with fear and desire. "Anand, please......"

The sight of her ass and wet cunt was too tempting. "I didn't bring a condom....I can't resist you", he said, his voice thick with lust.

Anand's grip tightened, his dick tearing through her tight pussy hole. He mounted her halfway, letting out a groan of pleasure. But Lina's plea was too much. He let off his grip, reaching into his pants pocket. He wore a condom on his cock, his eyes never leaving her body.

With a swift thrust, he entered her, his thick cock filling her completely. Lina gasped, her head falling forward as he began to move, his hips snapping against hers with a rhythm that left her breathless. His hands gripped her breasts, squeezing them as he fucked her, his fingers pinching her nipples until she cried out.

“Yes… like that,” he growled, his voice hoarse with pleasure. “Take it, Lina. Take all of me.”

The thin walls of the apartment carried their moans, the neighbors on either side no doubt listening in. Lina’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn’t stop herself from responding, her body moving in sync with his. Anand’s thrusts grew harder, his hands tightening on her breasts as he pounded into her.

“Come for me, Lina,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “Let them hear you.”
His words sent her over the edge. With a cry, she climaxed, her body shaking as pleasure engulfed her. Anand followed, his cum filling her as he roared her name.

But Anand wasn’t finished as he pushed her onto the bed. She lay there, her big breasts heaving with every breath she took. Anand reached into his pocket and took out another condom. He put it on and then moved on top of her. Lina moaned in pleasure as she felt Anand's dick enter her. He moved slowly at first, but soon he was thrusting into her with a fierce intensity. Lina scratched his back as he kept penetrating her, the pleasure building up inside her.

"Fuck, Lina," Anand said, his voice filled with desire. "Your pussy feels so good."

Lina couldn't respond. She was too lost in the pleasure that Anand was giving her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her. Anand kept thrusting into her for what felt like hours. Lina could feel herself getting close to orgasm. She moaned louder and louder, her body trembling with pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum," she finally managed to say.

Anand quickened his pace, and soon Lina was cumming hard. She screamed in pleasure, her orgasm ripping through her body. Anand couldn't hold back any longer either. He groaned and collapsed on top of her, his dick still inside her.

Anand collapsed beside her, his arm over her waist as they lay panting, their hearts pounding in unison. Lina woke up in the next morning, her body aching from the action. She turned her head, her eyes falling on Anand, who lay beside her, his chest rising and falling with his steady breath.

A wave of regret washed over her, her guilt returning tenfold. She slipped out of bed, her body wrapped in a sheet as she moved to the kitchen, her mind racing. Anand stirred, his eyes opening to find her gone. He sat up, his gaze falling on the empty bed before he followed the sound of her sobs to the kitchen. She stood by the window, her shoulders shaking as she cried silently.

“Lina,” he said, his voice soft. “What’s wrong?”

She turned to him, her eyes red and swollen. “I… I can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I love my husband. I can’t… I can’t betray him like this.”

Anand’s expression hardened, his smirk returning as he approached her. “It’s too late for that, Lina.”
She shook her head, her tears falling freely. “No… please… I don’t want this.”

But Anand wasn’t listening. He pulled her into his arms, his lips pressing against hers in a kiss that left her breathless. “You’ll come to me again,” he murmured, his voice a low promise. “You can’t resist me, Lina. And I’m not done with you yet.”

With that, he left, his muscular frame disappearing into the hallway. Lina sank to the floor, her sobs filling the apartment as the weight of her actions settled over her. Outside, Anand smirked, his personal goal fulfilled. He had planted his seed, asserted his dominance.

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Chapter 4: Ravi & Kumar (Act 1)


Every Tuesday, Lina would make her way to the local grocery store, her curvaceous figure bouncing with each step. Her husband, Rahim, worked long hours and although she recently had a proper sex life, Lina couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for her neighbors, Ravi and Kumar.

Both in their 40s, the men were married and jobless, living in the same apartment complex as Lina and Rahim. Their apartments were situated on either side of Lina's, and she couldn't help but notice their lingering glances and hungry stares. They both knew what transpired between her and Anand. She did her best to avoid them, sticking to polite greetings and nothing more.

One Tuesday, as Lina made her way back to her apartment, she didn't notice the thin layer of grease that Ravi had spread on the walkway leading to her unit. She stumbled and fell, her groceries scattering everywhere. Ravi, who had been waiting patiently, quickly came to her aid.

He knew it was wrong, but his sexual frustration had reached a boiling point. He hadn't had sex in six months, his wife's long hours at work leaving him with nothing but his own hand for company.

Lina, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Lina was writhing in pain, her neck, legs, and buttocks throbbing. "I think I'm okay," she said, trying to get up. "I just need to call Rahim."

Ravi gently put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "Wait, let me help you. You can call him later." He scooped her up, carrying her into his unit. He offered her water, his hands trembling slightly as he helped her onto his sofa. He collected the scattered groceries, his mind racing. This was his chance.

Lina looked around, her eyes wide with surprise. "Ravi, I can't stay here. I should go."

Ravi knelt beside her, his voice soft. "Just give me a moment. Let me make sure you're okay. You're in pain, Lina. Let me help." He lifted her skirt, his hands gentle as he applied oil to her bruised areas. Lina tried to resist, but Ravi assured her, his voice soothing. "Trust me, Lina. I won't hurt you."

Slowly, he pushed her skirt up to her thighs, his hands massaging her legs and ankles. Lina was calming down, her body relaxing under his touch. Ravi's hands moved up, kneading her flesh, his fingers brushing against her skin. He then reached her inner thighs, trying to slide her panties down. Lina protested, and Ravi stopped immediately, his voice apologetic. "I'm sorry, Lina. I'm sorry."

Lina closed her eyes, her body aching. She felt Ravi's hands on her again, his touch gentle. She wondered why he had stopped massaging, her eyes fluttering open as she saw him undressing. His dark cock was erect, standing tall and proud. Lina gasped, her eyes wide with shock. "Ravi, what are you doing?"

Ravi's voice was hoarse with desire. "I haven't had sex in six months, Lina. Please, give me a handjob. Just this once. I promise it will stay a secret."

Ravi's heart pounded in his chest as he wait in bated breath. He couldn't believe what was happening as Lina, hesitantly poured massage oil onto his throbbing cock.

Lina's touch was gentle and tentative at first, but as she began to slide her hand up and down his shaft, he couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure.

He never thought anything would come of it especially since she was married to Rahim and seemed to be devoted to him. But here she was, sitting next to him on his couch, slowly jerking him off. He couldn't believe his luck. As Lina continued to stroke him, Ravi's mind began to wander. He thought about how long it had been since he had felt a woman's touch as he reached out nervously to touch her breasts under her top.

As Ravi continued to fondle Lina's breasts, he could feel his orgasm building. He knew he was close, but he didn't want this moment to end. He wanted to savor every second of it.

"Can I suck your breasts while you jerk me off?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lina hesitated for a moment, before nodding her head again. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ravi's heart raced with excitement as he lifted Lina's top and exposed her bare breasts. He couldn't believe he was actually going to suck on them.

He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking it like a hungry baby. He could feel Lina's body trembling beneath his touch, and he knew she was enjoying this as much as he was.

As Ravi sucked on Lina's breasts, he could feel his orgasm building even further. He knew he was close, but he didn't want this moment to end. He wanted to savor every second of it.

"Lina, I want you to suck my cock," he gasped, his voice now firmer than before.

Lina froze immediately " This I can't....I can't Ravi! I'm a married woman", she pleaded to Ravi. She could see his erect cock turning soft as the desperation in his eyes, the hunger that had been building for far too long started to dissappear.

Lina's heart pounded in her chest as she knelt before Ravi, his semi-erect cock inches from her face. She had never imagined herself in this position, but here she was, ready to give this man the release he so desperately needed.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. Slowly, she began to stroke him, watching as his eyes fluttered closed in pleasure. She could feel him growing even harder in her hand, the veins on his cock pulsing with each beat of his heart.

"Fuck, Lina," Ravi groaned, his voice thick with desire. "That feels so fucking good."

She could feel herself growing wet as she continued to stroke him, her own body responding to his pleasure. She wanted to make this last, to draw out his release as long as possible, but she could see the tension building in his body, the way his muscles were beginning to tremble.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. She could taste the saltiness of his precum on her tongue, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan of her own. She took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked him in.

Ravi's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head up and down. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, his hips bucking against her as he squeezed her breasts. She could tell he was close, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and faster.

"Oh, fuck, Lina," Ravi gasped, his voice strained. "I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard."

She could feel him swelling even more in her mouth, the taste of his precum growing stronger. And then, with a final cry of pleasure, he erupted into her mouth. She could feel his hot cum spurting onto her tongue, coating the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the torrent of his release.

Finally, he slumped back against the couch, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Lina sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She could still taste him on her tongue, a reminder of what she had just done.

"Thank you, Lina," Ravi said, his voice soft. "Thank you so much.

Kumar, on the other hand, was still hidden in the cupboard, where he had watched the whole scene unfold. He had jerked off to the sight of his neighbor's wife on her knees, her full lips wrapped around Ravi's dick, and now he was more determined than ever to experience the same thrill.